With a fusillade of firecrackers crackling and popping.
The wedding matrons sent Wanwan and Bai Zanhe onto a black-canopied boat decked out in red silk. After we took our seats on the gunwale,
they handed each of us a red paper lantern.
Once the wedding matrons disembarked, the two hemp ropes mooring the boat were promptly severed with an axe.
The swift current immediately carried us away from the riverbank, flowing downstream.
The sound of the flowing river was distant and melodious.
I wedged the handle of the umbrella under my chin, flipped up the red tassels of my head cover, and looked back,
attempting to catch a glimpse of Yu Longting on the shore.
However, the moment the wind blew, the silver ornaments on my forehead started swaying wildly.
My eyes were instantly dazzled, and I saw nothing.
The boat then drifted to a bend in the river, completely obscuring the view of the opposite shore.
Feeling disappointed, I let out a dejected sigh.
